Autobiographical sketches 70 - trumpet lessons

I used to learn trumpet with this brilliant player from Ghana. He was a big fan of Booker Little, who I still like enormously. I don't play the trumpet now, but I could if I wanted - just give me six months to get my embouchure back.

Because my bottom teeth are so wonky he said to me to put the trumpet against my top teeth as they are straighter.

I was always so itching to sing that the trumpet was never going to totally stick with me. It's a great thing, a great instrument to play but nothing beats the voice for me, the sensation of singing, the use of words ...